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Here’s my short list of things making me smile at this moment:

* a small red clay frog sitting on my desk, its bright black eyes shining in the lamplight.  I bought it for my friend Melissa but I keep forgetting to mail it to her.

* the wily little mouse in Steve’s kitchen and Steve’s fervent wish that it would simply learn to wear diapers.  Meanwhile he’s feeding it … I mean baiting it … with increasingly gourmet concoctions, from hummus to fresh strawberries.

* recent conversations with my oldest brother as he shares more family stories from a time when I was too little to notice anything but a baby bottle.

*beautiful African images (see above) just shared by a nephew who has more of the travel bug in his blood than his world-traveling aunt ever did.

Maybe there will be more things by the end of the day.  I must admit the impetus for this post was just viewing Ron Gutman’s TED video, The Hidden Power of Smiling.

So … what’s making you smile?  😉

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Though I grew up in the South, and my mother cooked in the southern tradition, I must admit that I gasped when Jay added a whole stick of butter to the pan of browning Jimmy Dean sausage.  For years, Jay had been offering to share his mother’s biscuits and gravy with Steve and I.  And finally last week we took him up on his offer.  The basic recipe …

* In a cast iron frying pan, brown one pound of  sausage.

* Once the sausage is nearly browned, add the stick of butter.  Let the butter melt.

* Toss in some flour. The flour browns in all that buttery goodness.  Pour in some milk.

*Add some spices (e.g. cumin or chili powder or whatever you want). Then, the secret ingredient is added.  Molasses! Have you ever heard of such?  Keep cooking until the gravy is thick and golden brown.  Stir occasionally.

As the concoction bubbles, whisk up some drop biscuits.

Once biscuits have browned, split one open on a plate and ladle on the gravy.  Simply delicious.

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It is an iconic image, that of a cat sitting at a window, looking out into the day.  But two cats?  In this case, two brothers named Peppy (black) and Ash (grey).  For years their owner Dixie has shared their feline exploits.  When she once showed me a picture on her phone of their proud faces with bright cat eyes I knew I wanted to see more.   My gentle nudging has paid off.

Of all the pictures so far, this is my favorite, of the brothers asleep on a tiger print blanket.  One can only imagine of what they dream.

Images by DL.

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All images by Lorraine.

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Do you remember your first dog?  I do.  A Cairn terrier in shades of brown, white and black.  I’m not sure what a little Scottish dog was doing in Lynchburg, Virginia.  She was an indoor dog, I am told, until she jumped into my crib and my mother worried that she had smothered me.  And, thus, she became an outdoor dog.  Fluffy, I called her, because of her long fur.  But if she’d had a long nose, perhaps I would have called her Nosey like my guest contributor, a young girl also living in Virginia, writing about her albino Siberian husky.

 

My Courageous Moment

By:  Sienna B.

I remember the time when I got my first dog.  I was very scared because I didn’t know what it would be like since I never had a dog only one rabbit. When I first saw the girl dog I didn’t know what to name her.  Since the dog kept pushing me with her nose I called her Nosey the dog.  And now she just lives up to the name Nosey.  Then Nosey became my only friend when I told everyone in school that I got a puppy.  I don’t see Nosey a lot.  She doesn’t live with my family and I.  My landlord said, “No dogs or cats allowed” in his duplex buildings.  I was really mad because I had to give her up to my stepdad.  I still go to see her every day of the week.


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“Magic is in the Van Gogh Cafe in Flowers, Kansas, and sometimes the magic wakes itself up, and people and animals and things notice it.  They notice it and are affected by it and pretty soon word spreads that there is a cafe — the Van Gogh Cafe — that is wonderful, like a dream, like a mystery, like a painting and you ought to go …”

* Words from Cynthia Rylant’s The Van Gogh Cafe

* Image by Lorraine


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It was back in December that I last posted a Words+Images update.  It focused on  end of year inspirations.   Now with spring on the horizon, I thought it time to share new updates.  Let’s see … 😉

Preparing for Somerville Open Studios

Somerville Open Studios 2011 is rapidly approaching and so I am trying to get myself in gear.  I’ve been sorting through images, selecting a set that will be turned into notecards and others that will be matted and framed.  For the first time, I will also have postcards available for sale.  The images will be representative of the changing seasons.  Seasons is the theme of my collaboration with artist Zoe Langosy.

Leading up to show there are many wonderful opportunities to exhibit including the upcoming SOS2010 Volunteer Show.

Sharing Stories

My business cards say “writer/photographer.” A better title would be “storyteller.”  That is what I do whether with words or with images.  With the passing of my Aunt Thelma recently, those fires within have been stoked to listen closely to those around me and to tell their stories well.

Memories

Who Killed Cock Robin?

Family Ties

Finding Perspective

There’s all sorts of things I could say about finding perspective this year.  With my camera, at least, let’s just say I found perspective by getting up close and personal with house plants and cut flowers.

One snowy day, I found a lemon …

And when the sun came out, I spied this bird sitting high in a tree.

I think that’s about it.  More to share in the spring … which is only 8 days away!

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The first time I traveled to NY and met my young cousin Tim, I learned two things.  First, that he’d taken a photograph that I had sent to my aunt of me riding a water buffalo (hey, it was for work!) to his school as part of show and tell.  Second, I learned that he had an insatiable infatuation for the subways and roadways of his hometown.  Moreover, he had a remarkable talent for capturing what he saw on paper.  And as the years have progressed, so has his talent and imagination.

Though he is too young to know the reference and from the wrong city, his early antics of skipping school to ride the rails all day brought to mind the legendary figure of Charlie, forever trapped in Boston’s subway system.

Until I learned how to read a subway map, Tim was my guide in the big city.  And even as he was pointing me in the right direction, he’d usually be called upon to help other lost souls as well.

 

Many years later, as far as I know, he no longer speaks of becoming an architect or urban planner.  His focus now is public policy and government.  No matter what career path he chooses after college, I am glad to see he is still carrying around his pens and notebooks.

 

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Anulfo Baez writes The Evolving Critic, a Metro Boston Blog for Art, Architectural, Urban Planning and Community Explorations. It is clear when you meet him, or when you read his excellent blog, his passions for art and architecture and for all things that fall in the urban sphere. But what I did not know until I shared my photographs with him was his love for the calla lilly. He has consistently encouraged me to photograph this plant and finally I asked him, “Why? What is it with you and the calla lilly?” What he shared helps me better understand Anulfo, and reminds me of the powerful lingering influences of one’s childhood experiences.

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A Fascination with the Toxic

Image 1: Calla Group by Anulfo Baez

Growing up in a tiny rural town on the Southern coast of the Dominican Republic, meant that I was always surrounded by trees, shrubs and flowers. I grew up with my feet firmly planted on the ground (literally) anxiously looking after our banana, lime, pomegranate, cherry, guava and coconut trees. Flowers like hibiscus, passion flowers, fragrant white oleanders and calla lilies nurtured sweet and colorful memories of my homeland.

More than any of the tropical flowers I grew up knowing and caring after, calla lilies have always been my favorite. I’m fascinated by the elegant trumpet-like flower and their dark green leaves. Through my studies in the history of art and architecture, I’ve noticed that I have not been the only person fascinated with this toxic South African flower ( if ingested, the calla is known for causing oral irritation, intense burning and irritation of mouth, tongue and lips, excessive drooling, vomiting, difficulty swallowing). Artists like Imogen Cunningham, Tina Modotti, Georgia O’Keefe, Diego Rivera and Robert Mapplethorpe among others, have all explored the infinite and awe inspiring beauty of the calla lily.

One of my all time favorite photographers Imogen Cunningham (1883-1976) allowed for a very intimate, almost scientific view of a calla. Often linked to the Precisionists, Cunningham’s later works are in sharp focus and often depict views of American industrialization and modernization. Yet Cunningham today is celebrated for her close-ups of plant forms and female nudes.

Image 2: Imogen Cunningham Calla Lily (1925)

Another photographer whose work I admired is Robert Mapplethorpe, who portrays the calla lily as an extension of the human body. His images of flowers are charged with eroticism, allowing for a deep personal connection between the photograph and those who experience it.

Image 3: Robert Mapplethorpe Calla Lily (1984)

Both Cunningham and Mapplethorpe proved that the possibilities are endless when it comes to photographing callas and as a person who grew up by callas, I can understand and relate to artists who seek to highlight the beauty of the calla lily.

Read more about Anulfo and his views in his own words.

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Sources

Image 1: Anulfo Baez

Image 2: The Robert Mapplethorpe Foundation

Image 3: The J. Paul Getty Museum, Los Angeles

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I’ve decided to end the year on a high note by sharing the words and images of others, as well as my own.  First up, a new rendition of Jingle Bells.  Yes, Christimas has passed but as I look out at the remnants of the Blizzard of 2010, I’m still feeling rather jolly and in the holiday spirit.

Jingle_Bells

If I uploaded the song correctly (you know me and technology), then simply click on the above link.  Lead singers are Arianna and Sana with Natasha, Mark and Nicki in the background.  Sana, I am pleased to share, is my young cousin, a talented young woman with a beautiful voice and an artist’s eye.  Below is a self-portrait she painted in high school.  Enjoy and have a good day!

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